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Part of: Writings On The Wall Mother and Son |
Date Posted: 11-06-2005 at 09:51 PM Comments(0) |
| I never thought I'd be the mother of a boy, and yet here we are. I grew up an only child and there really aren't too many males in my family. Boys are funny. My son is a bigger Diva than all the girls in my house. I wasn't expecting that. He's picky and whiny and difficult....and picky. He's a one-boy wrecking crew. He can destroy an entire room in a single bound. Food never seems to quite make it to his mouth, and you can usually tell what he's been eating by the stains on his clothes. and yet.... He says some of the most profound things. And I am glad that he feels like he can confide in me. His head is full of so many questions, and they seem to just pop out and any given moment. I see him trying to understand his situation and rectify things in his head. He asks me questions that I can't answer. "What do you think my other mother is doing ?" "Why do you think she left ?" " Do you think she misses us?" and on and on he goes. Not all the time. Usually when we're alone, we walk and talk. His questions make me sad and angry all at the same time. Sad for him and angry at her. Why should a child have to worry about things like that ? It just doesn't seem fair. Boys are different. I see his struggle to become a young man and yet he's still a child. Sometimes I look at him and see a child much much younger. Sometimes his wisdom suprises me. What do I know about guiding a boy into manhood ? I look at him and see hope in his eyes, shining as bright as the sun. And I remember that it was that hope that led me to decide to adopt this child in the first place. |
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